I drew back the enchanted arrow, feeling its power thrumming against my fingertips, but every time I tried to line up a shot on the Red Ashwing, one of its subordinates would dive at me, forcing me to dodge and break my aim.
Damn it.
The expensive arrow was useless if I couldn't get a clear shot. Shooting while moving was one thing, but guaranteeing a hit on a moving target while constantly being targeted? That was asking too much, even with my enhanced abilities.
"Zephyr!" I called out, ducking under another set of talons. "I need an opening!"
"On one!" he shouted back, his blade finding the throat of an Ashwing mid-teleport.
I nodded, understanding immediately. We fell into a desperate dance of evasion and counterattack, Zephyr's count echoing across the wastlands as we moved.
"Three!"
I leaped left, readying my posture.
"Two!"
Zephyr appeared behind me, parrying a breath attack.
"One!"
